Fox walks back onto the bridge amidst much cheering and hollering. He rubs the back of his head, blushing, and gives a loud belch. "Well, that's that," he says, and tosses the boot on the floor, "pay up: 20 bucks each."
Falco, Slippy, Peppy, ROB 64, General Pepper, Panther, and Leon each give him $20. They're still beaming. Slippy says, "I didn't think you had it in ya', Fox," and Falco chimes in, "Yeah, but now he has HER in him!" and laughs.
Peppy says, "Well done, Fox. You're becoming more like your...well, actually James never did anything like this. He wasn't really into cannibalism..." and he chuckles his old man chuckle.
Wolf looks at Fox for a while and the room goes silent. He says, "Well done. You're more impressive than I thought. I guess I'll hold up my end of the bargain and take out Tricky. You want I should blast him with an Arwing, a Landmaster, or something else?"
Fox rubs his tummy, eyes closed in pleasure, and says, "I don't care. Right now, I have a really nice vixen in my stomach and a crew that just gave me $140 for a bet that I won. Do what you want, man," and he leaves the room to talk with Krystal as she lingers in his gut. He's glad he succumbed to this peer pressure.
Panther pouts a little and says it's a bit of a waste.
The screen fades to black as the crew claps and cheers (minus Panther) while Fox trundles off through the doorway.